Blown away like others and others yet to come Carried south by a northern wind is a son of a St. Lawrence son Separated by necessity Forced to choose another way Dreaming of the setting sun Reflecting prisms across the bay The river lives forever A perpetual flow of fresh and clean and like his father before him he knows what the river means The innocents of childhood The wisdom of the old The beauty in a summer night The winters long and cold The simplicity of friendship effortlessly taken in Hearts joined together from beginning to the end Buried in the fertile ground and separated by the known are family members all laid down under rows of faded stones Each their own Gardner sowed their seeds to reap more blossoms carried with the wind from roots by the St. Lawrence shore
08/04/2004
Good poem Tom....Charlie
This is very good. My only fault is that it is too short. I feel as though this could be expounded upon and made into a strong mini-epic. The images are strong and it has a strong family feel to it --a strong sense of ancestry. Great read.